An Innocent Thanksgiving

Cal kissed down my neck, across my breasts, along my stomach, briefly licking the slick from between my legs in an awful tease before pulling away. I could still remember with vivid detail how he had eaten me out on our first night together and I wanted that, but not right now. Right now I wanted us to be connected, joined, like one person. Just as we were about to start joining our lives.

I felt incredibly sappy but I also couldn’t deny it. I was just so happy. He wanted me, he didn’t just want to be Fern’s father. He wanted to be my partner as well. It filled me with complete giddiness.

Feeling playful and adventurous, still, boldened by the blowjob, I rolled us over, pressing Cal down into the mattress. “I want to ride you,” I whispered.

Cal flushed. “I dreamed about you doing that,” he replied, his voice low and rough.

“Well, let’s see about making those dreams a reality.”

Taking him was always a bit of a challenge at first. I still wasn’t used to regular sex, not after only getting it once and then going five years without, and Cal’s cock was thick. But it was getting easier each time, and I relished the day when I could just slide him into me without even thinking about it. He throbbed inside of me and I keened, loving this deep angle. It was similar to how we’d done doggy style before, scratching that deep itch inside of me.

My mouth fell open on a silent gasp as I practically choked on the feeling of him so deep in me. Cal groaned, and I could feel him struggling to hold still and not thrust up into me. “You can move,” I promised him. I wiggled around, making sure I was comfortable, then rose up onto my knees, sliding up until only the tip of his cock was inside of me—and then sank down again.

Oh, oh my God, that felt so incredibly good. I moaned, a stream of babbling curse words escaping me, my eyelids fluttering. I did that again, and again, and then Cal began to time it so that he thrust up as I sank down, giving it an even harder thrust.

“God yes, Cal, yes!” I cried out. Anyone else, any other situation, I would feel so embarrassed for being so… so wanton. I didn’t like attention on me in general. I wasn’t the kind of person who wanted to show off their talents at a gallery and soak up all the praise. Nothing against it, of course. I admired how Cal would hold everyone’s attention at the gallery shows of his that I had attended as a teenager with my parents, soaking up his magnetism. But it wasn’t me.

For Cal, though, here, like this… I liked it. I didn’t care how loud I was. Cal loved it when I was loud, he’d told me so, and I wanted to do what he liked. Wanted to drive him as wild as he drove me.

“That’s it,” Cal encouraged. “Keep making those pretty noises for me, baby.” It was like he’d been reading my mind. Maybe he had been—I wouldn’t put it past him at this point.

I felt oddly lighthearted and joyous, and so I teased him, slowing down and then speeding up, making my movements shorter so his thrusts were shallower, not going as far into me. Cal struggled to try and get into me more, but I didn’t let him, laughing breathlessly at the frustrated growl that he let out.

“Something you want?” I asked.

Cal laughed shortly. “You’re a menace.”

He looked like he was about to say something else, but I wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand. Instead I sank down onto him all the way, and Cal groaned again, his eyes rolling back a bit.

I bit my lip, trying and failing to stifle my smile. I loved this feeling of power that it gave me.

But now, I was done with teasing. I wanted to come, and I wanted to feel Cal come inside me. I sank down on him all the way again, and began to work myself up and own, going as fast and hard as I could. My thighs were burning, but Cal started to thrust up into me, helping, his cock hitting that amazing spot deep inside of me. It was like being shot full of electricity, and before long I wasn’t able to thrust properly anymore, just writhing as Cal fucked me with abandon.

“Yes, yes, yes, there!” I cried out. Fuck, yes, it felt so good, lighting me up, and I couldn’t—I felt so good, so amazing—oh, oh God—he was in me so deep—

I felt Cal spill inside of me, hot and slick, and the feeling sent me over the edge. I felt claimed, a part of him, him a part of me, like we were joining together just like we’d be joining our lives. The pleasure was such a good shock, I didn’t want it to stop.